Three 6 Mafia - Sippin' On Some Syrup Lyrics
Sippin on some siz-erp, sip, sippin on some, sip (repeat 8x)[pimp c]For a trill, working the wheel, a pimp not a simpKeep the dope fiends higher than the goodyear blimpWe eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoningPunk niggas make me sick with all the pidgeoning and bargainingYou say that you a boss, I aint believing that shitYou got a funny geneva evil watch, with the ferrari kitTake that monkey shit off, you embarrassing usI got the web from mezzazine, thick orange and yellow cuffsHyper called on, on the hands-free phoneThe 84 roam, on them blades, 20-inch chromeIf you got 16, you can get a biz-erpIm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizz-erp[dj paul]Niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas they want it want itSome niggas they join it joint it, but I be *****ed up up on itWell were the mafia 6, and we aint bout that bullshitIf we gon get high we gon get high, and we gon haves a *****Two niggas all at the mouth, niggas all at the assAnd plus theres some type of niggas thatCaught all night and she cool with thatShe popped off a pill of x, and drank off some orange juiceAnd just when you thought she was freaky she done got super looseNiggas come in by threes and twos, all in circles like duck-duck-gooseAll it wanted, can flaunted, she on that x and the tootie fruit40 dollars for just one ounce ounce plusThe next is how its no ounce niggasNiggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man Im bout all outSippin on some siz-erp, sip, sippin on some, sip (repeat 4x)[juicy j]People always asking me, me the three 6 high on thatRolling on them x pills, scurry pup-pup powder packsWoah-wuh where the weed at, aint like that we need thatNight crillers slow me down, want something that keep me easyNothing like that yella yella better hey youre itching manTalking like you whats up, fool? vocal chords sounding lameIn my days all we did was g-fight on the quarter poundGone on coke, eyes are buck, he should have knocked you downNow youre out, lay up all asleep when youre up on them wheelsAint no doubt, hit me when I peep for this wheat fieldOnce again, on my wicked high, gotta have that dankHeard my name, gino, I feel like Im gonna *****ing faint[bun b]Let me continue what you know, I bring nito and young guidoHauling vito, we play a tune sweeter than ? bedito?With my three 6 niggas hoeing up in my southern creedoQuick fast, well put it on your ass like john vitoCause you fronting rap sanger, be creamy like a zangerYou aint from the major boy, but you gets the middle fingerHumdanger, rum dranker, occaisionally takeYour ***** to the tilly and be a dick and cum slangerWhen big bun come danger, nigga ring your alarmSexy thang on my arm, cup of drank in my palmAnd that crazy shit, Im tripping on some skinny *****esSome the hoes, Im florida the foesAnd for the most Im steady sippin on someSippin on some siz-erp, sip, sippin on some, sip (repeat til fade)
